3 de fevereiro de 2015

In the year since her life was torn apart, Kit Colbana has
slowly rebuilt herself. There’s a promise of hope in the relationship with the
alpha of the local shapeshifters and she no longer comes screaming into
wakefulness. Life’s not perfect but then again, when was it ever?

When her best friend Justin comes to her for help, there’s
little question as to what her answer will be. Witches are disappearing and
Justin won’t rest until he has answers. Soon, they learn that it’s not just
witches who’ve gone missing, but vampires and shifters, too.

Unlikely alliances are forged as Kit and Justin found
themselves drawn into a twisted web of lies and betrayal. As the clock counts
down and the culprit behind recent disappearances is revealed, those Kit loves
the most become the target of somebody who will kill to protect an ugly
secret.

J.C. Daniels is the alter ego of author Shiloh Walker and was created basically
because Shiloh writes like a hyperactive bunny and an intervention was
necessary. J.C. is the intervention. The name… J.C. Daniels is a play off of
the three people who pretty much run Shiloh’s life.

J.C./Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She
fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to
the more…ah…serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing just about
every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she
writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes urban
fantasy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance, among other things.

One of the things I love the most about writing the Kit Colbana
books—other than the fact that writing Kit is just plain fun—is all the fun side
characters.

There’s Damon, who is not the typical romance hero. He’s
a fricking ass sometimes and frankly, although I’d throttle him in real life,
it’s fun to write somebody who is that different from my typical characters.

There’s Colleen, who a few years older than Kit and like her
big older sister—I never had an older sister. Well, I didn’t have sisters at
all, but if I did, I’d want a sister like Colleen. She seems much older than
Kit, but she’s not. Colleen is roughly my age—thirty-eight. She had a baby when
she was and lost that child, which is going to add to her maturity, plus, she’s
also a healer, another thing that will make her seem more nurturing. All of
these things make it easy for her to be whatever it is Kit needs her to be—and
sometimes, that requires her to be suck it up and get her act together.

There’s Doyle…okay, I love Doyle. If Colleen is like a sister,
then Doyle is like the annoying younger brother she didn’t know she wanted. She
protective of him, even though the kid is strong enough to tear phonebooks apart
with his bare hands. He’s equally protective of her and the two of them learn
from each other all the time.

There’s Justin. And if I had to pick a favorite, it’s him.
Aside from Kit.

Because he’s a total smart-ass. The poor guy. He’s shit-faced
in love with Kit, and he doesn’t have a chance with her, not anymore. But he’s
still determined to be there for her and he’s determine see things through…and
he’s determined to annoy Damon, come hell or high water. I gotta admire
that.

I looked at the clock. I’d gotten three of the five hours I
needed in order to recover from the job from hell.

“Have you been in town long?” I asked conversationally.

“Yep. Got back two days ago.”

Justin’s been in and out of the area for the past few months.
We work together when he’s here—sometimes—but he’s been gone a lot. I think he’s
searching down leads and info on the hospital—a.k.a. prison—where he’d
once been told he’d go if he didn’t be a good little soldier and fight the good
fight.

It’s not much of a hospital.

It’s the human version of the roach motel for us—we go in; we
don’t come out.

I’d ask him later if he’d learned anything. He’d beat around
the bush. We had a rhythm. But for now… Shoving my hair back, I pinned him with
a direct look. “Have you paid any attention to the media lately?”

“Yeah.” He twisted his dreads back into a long, heavy knot,
leaving his too-pretty face unframed. “Some sick schmuck was actually acting out
some of those old horror movies. Been at it for years, sounds like. He’s
done…son of a bitch.” He planted his hands on his hips and stared at me.
“That was you.”

I gave him a tight smile. “I haven’t slept in three days.”

“How did you do it?”

“Nova.” I shrugged. “He knew who the guy had picked out for
this year and he called me.”

Nova was a psychic—and psychotic with it. I’d once accepted a
job to kill him, only to discover the guy who needed to die was the one who’d
ordered the hit on him. So that’s what I’d done. Assassin isn’t one of
the jobs I advertise, but I can, and have, killed.

The man I’d killed last night was a man who’d needed to die in
the worst way.

He was also human, so if I was ever discovered, I had a one-way
ticket to the chopping block—any NH discovered to have murdered a human gets the
guillotine, assuming the non-human community doesn’t deal with the offender on
their own. Losing the head is the surest way to kill any NH—and it’s bloody and
spectacular. I think that’s why humans do it. We have teeth and claws and magic
and they have giant silver blades.

“He was human,” Justin said, echoing my thoughts.

“Only on the outside.” I shrugged. “He was a monster, through
and through.” Smiling thinly, I added, “The media is hailing his suicide as an
act of cowardice. No doubt the victim who’d somehow escaped would have been able
to identify him.”

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